You call it a cult, I call it family..... (skargasm) wrote in bloodclaim,
You call it a cult, I call it family.....

The Prophecy of the Defender & the Determined Protector - Chapter 9

Title: The Prophecy of the Defender & the Determined Protector
Pairing : Spike/Xander
Rating : NC17
Summary: The words of a prophecy force Spike and Xander closer than they ever thought they would ever become but will it be close enough?
Part: 9/?

A/N : Inspired by plot bunny/challenge posted here:

Lady Q: Write a story based on the meaning of Xander's name. Alexander means: Defender of Men and Warrior. So I would like to see a story based on the meaning of his name and Xander coming to understand it

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He knew he should have listened to the voice in his head that tried to explain the logistics of escape. The bathroom break they had taken him on had seemed like an excellent escape opportunity, but Soldier!Xan kept telling him to hold fire, stand at ease and await rescue from command. He made the mistake of not listening, and now he was back on the floor, bruising to his face and back from the kicks and punches they'd used to subdue him. Who knew they were using humans to guard him? At least he'd waited until after using the grimy bathroom. Groaning, Xander leaned against the wall. With all of his experience of being thrown around, he knew concussion was more than likely – it felt like his brain was rattling around in his head. He felt nauseous and the room was swirling. Yeah, he should have listened to Soldier!Xan.

“You need to change into the ceremonial robes. Are you going to give us any trouble?” The hulking figure of one of the men who had 'assisted' with his bathroom break appeared in his blurred vision, and Xander shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

“Ceremonial robes? Are you guys for real? Gotta ask you – what are you getting out of this? You think if they open the Hellmouth you're going to live long and prosper?”

“We know our role and we are happy with it. Now are you going to give us any trouble?” Obviously not prepared to wait for Xander's response, he leaned down and yanked him to his feet. Before Xander could focus, another man came in and together they proceeded to strip his clothes from him. He struggled weakly, kicking out with his socked feet when they dragged off his jeans, although when they used scissors to cut off his shirt he kept relatively still – with who knew how many vamps hanging around he didn't think bleeding cuts was the look to go for. Maybe they would release the handcuffs when they put on the robes?

They dragged him back to the bathroom and shoved him into the shower, the blast of cold water actually doing a pretty good job of clearing his mind. The 'shower' couldn't have been more than 5 minutes long but he was shivering by the time they took him back to his room. Roughly towelling him down, they dropped the ceremonial robes over his head, tugging them through the loop of his cuffed hands so that he was covered by the material. A long twisted rope was wrapped around his waist and knotted, the ends dangling down his legs. Closing his eyes, Xander breathed deeply and tried to stay calm, but in his mind he was screaming – screaming for Spike!

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“SPIKE!!!” Angel had been screaming his name for the last five minutes but there was no response. Spike had gone mental, growling, snarling and throwing himself around in the sewers, bashing into the walls. Buffy, Willow and Giles were trying to stand well clear as Angel tried to subdue him. “CHILDE!” Sire's voice finally got through to him and Spike stood panting in game-face, still growling but at least he was still.

“Sire – he's calling me, I can hear him in my head. We've got to get to him”. Wrapping Spike in his arms, Angel stroked his back, doing his best to calm his shaking Childe.

“We will, Childe, we will. Can you sense where he is?”

“I – I don't know. I don't even know what this is – why can I hear him in my head? What the fuck is going on?” Shoving his head into Angel's shoulder, Spike was shaking hard, panting for unneeded breath.

“I think – I think the dreams have formed a bond. I'm not sure- the prophecy wasn't clear – but it would seem that whether you realise it or not, you and Xander have already commenced the claim”. Spike looked up at Angel, golden eyes shocked.

“That's not possible – is it?” Angel couldn't hold back a chuckle.

“Spike – with you, anything is possible. Now, we need you to use that link – lead us to Xander. Can you do that?” Taking in a shuddering breath, Spike nodded his head and pushed himself back so he was standing on his own.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that”. He looked round at the Scoobies – Giles and Buffy looked encouraging, whilst Willow looked shocked and a little horrified. There was something off about the redhead but he couldn't put his finger on it. Pushing it to the back of his mind, he tried to concentrate on the sense of Xander he had in his head. He could feel him – ahead, like a thread leading him forward. Pointing with his axe, he started forward. “He's this way”.

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He felt like he was suffocating, panting for breath as they led him forwards. The hood over his head meant he couldn't actually see where he was going, and he stumbled twice as they dragged him along. The men holding each arm came to a standstill and he stumbled again, righting himself slowly and standing still. The hood was ripped off of his head, and he winced as the light struck his eyes then looked around.

He was in a bedroom, dominated by a huge four-poster bed. Lying indolently on the bed was Karl, wearing a robe similar to the one he had been placed in. Next to each side of the bed were small tables, both with bowls resting on them, the substance within them smoking and emanating a woody smell. Xander could only see the three of them – the two humans and Karl, but somehow he knew there were more people around, somewhere. He could sense them, and how he could do that he really didn't want to know.

“Welcome Alexander. The time has come. I thought you would be more comfortable if we did the ceremony in relative privacy”.

“Gee, thanks for being so thoughtful. Of course, the handcuffs tends to make this feel less like a date...” Karl laughed.

“Ah, Alexander – you are so spirited. I wonder if that spirit will survive the claim? It will be most interesting to watch your progress as time goes by”. He nodded to the two humans, who dragged Xander towards the bed. He balked, trying to lean backwards but they pulled harder until he was close enough for them to shove him forwards so he landed in a heap next to Karl. Struggling against the material, he tried to right himself but Karl grabbed him and pulled him into his arms. Tugging him close, Karl rubbed his face in Xander's hair, trying to shush him, running his hands up and down Xander's back. “This doesn't have to be too awful Alexander – you will find that I can be a kind master once you have accepted your place”.

“Master?!” Xander laughed almost hysterically. “Buddy, there is no way in hell you will ever be my master. Now stow the fake seduction and just get on with this already. I don't have time for your shit. But I hope you can sleep with one eye open for the rest of your life because I will dust you the first chance I get, and you better believe that!”.

Karl growled, shoving Xander back onto the bed and looming over him in full game-face. “Very well, you have made your choice Alexander”. He turned towards the two humans who were still in the room. “Leave us. Let them know that the ceremony has commenced and I am not to be disturbed”. He turned back to Xander, and yanking at his cuffed hands pulled his arms over his head and hooked them onto the headboard. He ran his hand down Xander's chest, caressing the material with his fingertips. He lifted his hand and moved back to Xander's throat, once again trailing downwards but this time he used a talon to slice through the material, a thin line of blood welling up on Xander's chest as he moved downwards. “So it begins”.

Chapter 10 is here
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